Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.